I'm gonna take my goat on a boat & then we're gonna float & you're gonna read what I wrote.
I'm gonna set sail with a plastic pail made of painted nails & 10 guys will help me bail.
I don't want to sink this ship. I hope it don't flip. And these sailors better not quip.
Because I've got fragile emotions even on the oceans & I like mailing love potions.
So check your mailbox because love rox!

I keep spoons in my spitoons because I don't have anymore hired goons.
They quit on me in a catastrophe when the sheriff showed up & make them tri-co-deputy.
I've got miles of style but don't unravel my clothes because that'll take a while.
2013 Piemerica Written by MAR
September 16,
Lyrics & Poems